My Poetry
What is it makes them jubilant? What is it that they see? Read more
And that she hovers caringly, And that she watches still… Read more
I say to these: Go back, go back… Read more
You ought to have a glass of wine… Read more
It isn’t your fault: No one told you at all Read more
Be calm and silent, be serene and still Read more
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